Game 1

CHI 97               CLE 95

We were promised Sparklers.
Race cars.
Thousand dollar bills.

It was supposed to end with a splash,
A nuclear explosion.

What we got was a staring contest.
An arm-wrestling match.
A ghost-town stand-off.

Ending with one man
Running into a brick-wall, and
​The Ball
Rolling down the empty floor
Like a tumbleweed.

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Part Two

Starting where we left off
But with teeth--

A snake biting its own tail--
A symbol of rebirth--
Of healing.

Luring the tigers around the tree--
And running

Til they turn into butter
For our pancakes.